The Paddle Team Vs. Green Thumb Duo Part 10
By WingNut
A Round Robin of the CS Insanity Central ML
Wufei watched from within the bushes as Heero turned and jogged back towards the house, leaving GreenThumb sitting disconsolately on the much-greener-than-it-used-to-be grass.
The Chinese man smiled to himself. He had some unfinished business to attend to with that delicious little tidbi- er, their prisoner. He was the hetero one, he had to remember that!
Trying very hard to ignore why that particular non sequiteur popped into his head, Wufei crept out from the bushes and prowled towards GreenThumb.
Duo rolled to face him, obviously having heard him approach.
Wufei tried to identify the quick flurry of emotions that flitted across the handsome boy's face - surprise, a touch of fear, and then a strange sort of anticipation. Surely that expression couldn't be lus-
No. He was the hetero one.
Wufei gripped his wooden paddle firmly, and pointed to the wrought iron bench with the other hand.
GreenThumb lips slowly turned up in a devious little smile. "You've come to punish me?"
Wufei nodded once, approving of GreenThumb's attitude. Obviously this mutant had some sense of honour, if he wasn't fighting against his just punishment. That hopeful tone was merely the prisoner's way of signalling that he was eager to make restitution for his misdeeds.
"Is that paddle solid wood?" GreenThumb asked a little anxiously.
Wufei smirked to himself. Getting worried, was he? Perfect. "Yes, it is."
Duo bit his lip and said, a bit hesitantly, "You polish it with Pledge or something?"
Wufei huffed a little - as if he didn't know how to take care of a fine weapon!! "Of course not!! A little lemon oil and a buffing cloth are all that is needed!"
GreenThumb's expressive eyes lit with an excited sparkle. Wufei started to lean forward, wanting... something... but he turned it into an imperious gesture towards the iron bench. "Let's go!"
He was a bit disconcerted at the sultry way GreenThumb sauntered to the bench, but he ripped his eyes away from the fascinating wiggle of Duo's hips when the slender youth stopped short.
"It's wrought iron, manmade. I can't sit on that - it would burn me," GreenThumb said, disappointed.
Oddly forgetting that punishment was *supposed* to hurt, Wufei whipped off his long leather coat and laid it over the bench. He did, however, catch himself before he could ask solicititously if that was any better.
The way GreenThumb was running his eyes up and down Wufei's newly- exposed torso made him feel strangely hot, and yet shivery at the same time. It was ridiculous, really; he was wearing a perfectly adequate blue silk tank, yet he felt oddly unclothed under the mutant's warmly admiring gaze.
GreenThumb touched the leather coat cautiously with the tip of one finger to ensure that it was safe, and then stroked a hand along it. "Niiiiiiice," he murmured.
Really, Wufei needed some serious meditation time. Why on earth would he feel jealous of his own *coat*???
He shook his head to clear it of such strange and unworthy thoughts, opened his mouth to order GreenThumb to bend over, and then stood there with his mouth open, oddly breathless.
Duo had hopped up onto the coat and was kneeling there, facing his captor. His hands were resting flat on the leather-covered bench, his chin resting on top of them. He was peering up at Wufei through his tousled bangs, while his ass was swaying seduc- er... invit- um... temptingly, damnit, *temptingly* back and forth.
"I've been baaaaaad," Duo said softly. "Reprimand me..."
Wufei closed his mouth with a snap. He could feel his cheeks heating in a furious blush. And his face felt warm, too.
*****
"Heero! I was just looking for you!" Quatre clutched Heero's arm and pulled him towards the command centre. "We have a new crisis!"
Heero longed desperately to shake off the blond's grip and rush back out to the garden. Duo was waiting, and Heero really really really wanted to brush out that long, silky hair, run his hands over that pale, perfect skin... but... but...
He had taken an oath to protect this city, and he had never refused a mission yet. Damnit.
Sighing slightly, he hooked the completely-natural maple-and-teasle hairbrush onto his belt and followed his team leader into the command centre.
"Trowa's just gone to find Wufei..." Quatre started, but Heero interrupted.
"The sooner you show me what we have, the sooner we can be finished," he growled softly. And the sooner I can get back to Duo and that glorious tangle of hair, he thought wistfully.
Quatre smiled slightly, one hand coming up to rest over his heart. "Of course, Heero." He turned and brought up a video clip on the large TV covering one wall.
The image on the screen wavered a bit before settling down to show a lovely garden - children ran laughing down the pathways, couples walked hand-in-hand, and muted conversation could be heard in the background.
"This was captured by a family in Boston's Public Garden just this morning," Quatre explained. "There have rumours of this sort of thing, but never any concrete evidence."
The camera view swung to show an elderly man wearing a greenish coverall spreading mulch under a rather wilted rose bush. A little girl ran up to him with a balloon bouquet, and a chorus of voices off camera shouted, "Happy anniversary!!"
The gardener turned in surprise, and a large smile lit up his face. "Happy 50th anniversary working here in the gardens, grandpa," said the little girl, handing him the balloons.
"Well, thank you, swee-"
From behind the gardener, several figures dressed in camoflage leaped from the bushes, automatic weapons held at the ready.
People screamed and fled. The little girl was knocked flat, and the old man threw himself over her protectively. The image whirled and descended suddenly before settling at a tilt - evidently the videographer had dropped his camera.
As relative silence fell, another man stepped from the cover of the dense rose bushes. This man was tall and broad-shouldered, with long, almost white hair that swung to his trim waist. He carried himself with the casual fierceness of the very dangerous.
In contrast to the rest of the guerrilla band, whose clothing and painted faces were designed to blend into the foliage, this man, obviously the leader, was dressed in a bright red jacket and tight white breeches, and wore a silver helmet over the upper half of his head.
"Oooooh," Quatre breathed, eyes wide.
Heero glared half-heartedly at his teammate. The man *was* impressive, but still...! He turned back to the video.
The leader stepped up to the rose bush the groundskeeper had been tending and looked closely at its leaves.
"What's this?!?" he snarled in a soft, threatening voice. "*THRIPS!*"
"I... I... I can explain!!" the gardener stammered.
"You can explain why you *allowed* this bush to become infested?" The man in red said softly, menacingly. "You can explain how your shameful neglect has resulted in a blight in this sector? Don't bother. Your dishonourable actions speak for themselves."
The man in red leaned down over the gardener, and pulled something off the green coverall with such force that the material ripped. "You are no longer a member of the Rose Brigade," he said coldly.
The gardener moaned, his shoulders slumping, but the guerrilla leader was already whirling away from his cowering victim.
He strode up to the bush and drew a pistol-like weapon. Aiming it at the bush, he quickly drenched the drooping leaves with a sparkling liquid before reholstering his weapon with a flourish.
Then, with only a quick hand signal, the guerrilla band melted back into the undergrowth, leaving the quivering gardener and his granddaughter lying on the ground.
Quatre switched off the video. "The gardener was understandably terrified. Although he was clearly the victim of some sort of theft, he refused to press any charges."
Heero grunted. How could he phrase this without sounding desperately needy? "If they are hiding in the bushes, GreenThumb could help track them down." There - short, to the point, strictly professional.
Quatre smiled again, like a cream-fed cat. "Mm. I suppose he could." Then, looking around with a little frown, he said, "I wonder where Trowa got to?"
"I'll check the garden," Heero said briskly, striding off in that direction before Quatre could call him back.
*****
Trowa smiled slightly as he lazily rubbed his coiled whip over the bulge in his leather pants.
This GreenThumb was a definite asset to the team - who knew he would be able to get under 'Fei's skin so quickly? He and Quatre had been nearly at their wits' end trying to devise ways to help their prickly teammate 'relax,' but it looked as though that problem might be solved.
Duo was the very picture of sweet and sexy, kneeling submissively on the bench with his delicate butt raised. His threadbare cotton pants did nothing to disguise the delectable swell of his ass.
Wufei had obviously been unable to resist - he was paddling Duo with sharp, stinging smacks, slowly covering both upturned buttocks impartially.
The Chinese youth had evidently started on one of his famous rants about justice and how miscreants should submit to their punishment obediently, but by the time Trowa had reached the garden, it had degenerated into a panted stream of disjointed, incomprehensible words.
Perhaps, Trowa thought judiciously, that might have something to do with the way GreenThumb had wrapped his arms around Wufei's knees and was eagerly rubbing his cheeks and mouth over his tormentor's thighs, moaning deliciously.
Trowa smirked. Duo was getting awfully close to 'Fei's erection, and from the half-delirious, half-terrified look on Wufei's face, he had no idea what to do about it.
"Trowa." The acrobat turned, reluctantly, to see Heero approaching. "Quatre's looking for you."